The Tip Of The Tongue

by Geonn

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asg/geonn1/tipofthe.php
Summary: Sam tells Janet about the customs of the latest world SG-1 has visited.

The headlights cut across the kitchen, and Janet smiled as she stirred the oatmeal. She was still wearing the sweatpants and tank top she wore to bed, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and her face free from make-up. It was twenty two minutes past three in the morning and she'd only been in bed for three hours when her alarm sounded. She hummed as she added spice to the oatmeal, and listened as Sam got out of her car and quietly made her way around to the back door.

She heard the key in the lock, and glanced up as Sam stepped inside. Her hair was mussed, and she wore a leather jacket and blue jeans. Janet picked up the pot of oatmeal and transferred it to a bowl. "Hey. I have your breakfast almost ready."

Sam said, "Hey." She put her things down on the dining room table and walked up behind Janet. She put her hands on Janet's hips and bent down, breathing deep from Janet's throat. "You smell good," Sam whispered.

"Shampoo," Janet said.

Sam took the bowl of oatmeal from Janet's hands and put it on the counter. "Thank you for getting up to be here for me."

"It's my pleasure," Janet said. The routine started not long after they started sleeping together. Whenever SG-1 returned from a mission in the middle of the night, Janet would wake up and be waiting for her when she got home. Sometimes they talked about the mission, sometimes Janet made Sam something to eat. Even if it was just so they could walk hand in hand to bed together, Janet hadn't missed a single night. "It's enjoyable for me, too, you know." She started to turn, but Sam stopped her.

"Hold on. Don't turn around."

"Okay..."

Sam guided Janet's hands to the counter. Janet curled her fingers around the edge, and Sam covered them with her own. She rested her chin on Janet's shoulder. "I want to tell you about the world we just got back from." Her voice was barely a whisper, her breath disturbing the loose strands of hair hanging down next to Janet's cheek.

"Okay."

Sam adjusted her stance, her body relaxing against Janet's. Janet instinctively leaned back, letting Sam support her weight. "The planet was called Manin. When we arrived, Colonel O'Neill was afraid there was some kind of contagion we weren't aware of. The MALP showed clean air, but we could see everyone in town was wearing these masks. They were beautiful, really. Silk, shimmering, like designer veils. We entered the town, and everyone immediately turned away from us. There was shock, and some muttering, and no one was willing to look at us.

"Finally, the leader of the village arrived. He was averting his eyes as well, but at least he explained why. In their culture, the mouth was considered a sexual organ."

"Oh," Janet said. She was watching Sam's hands. Sam had released Janet's hands, and her fingers were lightly wrapped around Janet's wrists. "That's... interesting."

"I thought so, too." Sam brushed her lips against Janet's neck. "So did Colonel O'Neill. It was as if we had walked into their village with my breasts hanging out. They offered us a couple of veils, and we took them. Interplanetary incident resolved. But it got me thinking. The mouth definitely is a sexual organ. We draw attention to them with lipstick, to attract the attention of a partner. And think of everything we do with our mouths. We kiss." She kissed Janet's neck. "We lick." She ran her tongue up to Janet's ear. "We nibble..." She closed her teeth around Janet's earlobe.

Janet whimpered.

Sam ran her tongue over the shell of Janet's ear. "We use our mouths to taste each other. I think that can be more intimate than sex." She brushed her hands lightly up and down Janet's forearms. "You can have sex with someone you don't love. That's not too difficult. You don't even have to like them very much. But to kiss someone... to really kiss them... you can't fake that."

"No," Janet said, barely aware she was speaking. She felt Sam's breath on her cheek.

"Do you remember the first time I kissed you?"

"Yes." Janet's eyes were closed.

"I get to see your lips every day. I never realized how lucky I was to say that. To look across the briefing room table and see you nibbling on the tip of your pen and thinking... about how... you nibbled my clit the night before." The last words were whispered in Janet's ear, and Janet moaned. She desperately wanted to touch herself... no. She desperately wanted to touch Sam, but she wasn't sure that was part of the game.

"Sex is all about the mouth," Sam whispered. "When you think about it. Tongues, teeth, lips. Breathing together. My tongue in your mouth, my tongue inside of you..." She kissed Janet's neck again and Janet trembled.

"Feeding each other," Sam whispered. "The brush of your lips against my fingers makes me shiver. And I can watch you eat without anyone batting an eyelash." Sam brought her hand up and brushed the pad across Janet's bottom lip. "Lick it." Janet extended her tongue and swirled it around the tip of Sam's finger. She sucked it into her mouth, getting it nice and wet, eyes closed.

"The taste of me on your lips and tongue. When I kiss you after you've gone down on me. After you've made me come. I love tasting myself on you." Janet grazed her teeth over Sam's finger as she withdrew it. "Do you like it, too?" Sam whispered.

"Yes," Janet's word almost a growl.

"What does it do to you?"

"Makes me wet."

Sam moaned and kissed Janet's shoulder, where it met her neck. "Me too," she whispered. "Just thinking about your tongue... running over my breasts and swirling in my stomach... that's all I need. I don't need the toys, or your fingers... I just need your tongue."

"Sam..."

"Yes?"

"I want you," Janet nearly sobbed.

"You do?"

"I want your tongue."

Sam hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Janet's sweatpants and eased them down. Janet wore simple white cotton panties underneath, and Sam cupped her through them. "Mm. You are wet."

"Yes," Janet moaned. She pressed back against Sam, trying to will her to move her fingers.

Sam said, "Look at me." Janet twisted her body and opened her eyes, Sam's face so close to hers. "Look how close we have to be to kiss. Look how intimate it is. In each other's space. Breathing the same air." She kissed the corner of Janet's mouth and ran her tongue along Janet's top lip, causing Janet to quake in her arms.

"Sam... Sam..."

Sam moved her free hand to Janet's cheek and kissed her.

Janet moaned into the kiss, her body going limp against Sam's. Sam held tight, her tongue thrusting into Janet's mouth. Janet twisted in Sam's arms and grabbed the lapels of her shirt, pulling her forward until their bodies were pressed tight together. When the kiss broke, they both gasped and Janet cupped the back of Sam's head. "Down... d-down..."

Sam lowered herself, kissing Janet through her shirt as she dropped to her knees. She tasted Janet's nipples, standing hard against the thin cotton. She knelt in front of Janet and pulled down her panties, brushing the backs of her fingers against Janet's thighs before leaning in. She placed a kiss on Janet's hips, closed her eyes and kissed Janet's pubic hair. Janet lifted one leg, bending the knee and resting it against Sam's shoulder.

"Please," Janet whispered.

Sam kissed the inside of Janet's thigh.

"Sam!" It was nearly a growl, a definite order, and Sam was no fool. She brought both hands up, using the thumbs to part Janet's folds. She tilted her head and pressed the flat of her tongue against the pink sensitive flesh, and Janet slapped her palm against the counter. "God! Sam!" Sam moved slowly, curling the tip of her tongue and pulling it back toward her. She found Janet's clit and drew circles around it, then took it into her mouth and sucked.

Janet rocked her hips gently forward, sweat beading on her forehead as she bit down on her bottom lip. Sam thrust her tongue into Janet, curling and folding her tongue between each thrust, tasting Janet with every retreat. She licked her lips and sucked Janet's clit again, moving her hand to stroke Janet with her thumb. After a few seconds, Janet whispered, "I'm going to come, Sam."

Sam moaned and pressed her tongue against Janet's clit. Janet stood on her toes, her body bowed, and grunted as she came. Sam held on tight, rubbing her thumb in slow, tight circles until Janet sagged against the counter and sobbed once, then twice. Sam kissed her way back up Janet's body until she reached her lips, pulling Janet to her with a deep, slow kiss. She spoke against Janet's lips and whispered, "Are you okay?"

Janet said, "Yeah, yeah," and resumed the kiss, running her hands over Sam's chest and down to the waistband of her jeans. She pulled back and licked Sam's lips, tasting her own juices on them, and smiled. "Sam."

Janet smiled and kissed Janet's cheek. "I was thinking about your mouth the entire time I was off-world. How I've never noticed just how... beautiful your mouth is." She touched the bottom lip with her thumb and said, "I love your mouth."

Janet ran her hand up the inside of Sam's arm, down to her hand. She laced their fingers together and said, "Mmm. Mouths are okay." She brought Sam's hand up and kissed the fingers. "But I've always been partial to fingers." She parted her lips and sucked Sam's index finger into her mouth.

Sam watched Janet suck her finger and raised an eyebrow. "Well. Never let it be said I averse to a different point of view."

Janet grinned. She released Sam's finger and bent down, tugging her sweatpants back up. She took both of Sam's hands in her own and backed out of the kitchen. "Come on."

"The oatmeal," Sam said. "You made that just for me."

"I'll make you some more later."

Sam smiled and let Janet lead her out of the kitchen to the bedroom.

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